Unknown POV:
It's Friday night again and I am sat in front of my make up mirror, wondering what Max is up to. Tonight I am heading out to another bar, to pick up another guy as I do most weekends. I don't love my life, although I think that I pull it off well and everyone is convinced that I do. I want people to believe that I do. I want to look like I am young, carefree and loving life. But the truth is that I am way into Max and the only reason I behave this way is because I want his attention.
This all started when I met Max. He is the most handsome man I have ever met. I remember the day well. I was at work and he was walking down one of the many corridors in my labyrinth of a workplace. I remember his eyes as he looked at me. They were deep and piercing. He was immediately capture
